Painfully the lust for bloodGrows in the hearts of northern menTo understand it’s siren callIs far beyond their mortal kenPlunder and a womans touchMeat and gold and wineEnemies all torn to shredsThese visions occupy their mindsBetween the nightfall, and the shining mornThe silence shattered, a sounding hornDragon boats, faster than a sharkDeliver warriors, deliver demons in the darkSinful demons in theDark…Bloodthirsty demonsIn the dark…Cautiously, the refugeesSeek shelter from their fateWith northern warriors searching stillHunting in a frenzied stateDarkness gives their leaders hopeShelters them from viewBut frightened cries betray their livesThe slaughter starts anewBurn the village downCast the dead awayBurn the village downLeave the priest to prayBurn the village downDrink the blood of the deadAnd be initiated into our brotherhood of dread